I understand now
how Robert Farrar Capon
wrote an entire chapter
about one brown onion.
Likewise, a cursed,
common weed
captivated me
for hours.
Sunlight
shoots through
pregnant parchment
sillouetting
ripe bellies
bursting with seeds.
Oh, the minutiae of hearts --
veins, wrinkled chambers
and a breaking line
down the center
where love spills out --
unlocking the gates of Eden.
